Aaron scratched his head, fussing with odd Egg shaped object that was apparently his shield. He didn't quite understand why his welfare now depended on keeping it uncracked, but the power given to him moments ago through his stuffed animal crossed him even more. "So can you uh, explain this 'Flaming' thing one more time? I got that I can make people do stuff but, I'm still confused what or why."
The voice echoed it's agitation for the 5th time and barely calmed down enough to resume.
"Very well, it's really not that complicated. You have a natural ability to poke people's passions, no?"
Aaron nodded slightly and drank his grape Koolaide through a twisted straw. "I guess? As long as they're cute."
The voice ignored the comment. "You already have what many would perceive as charm or admirable persuasion. But what your 'Flaming' does, is reach into the nebulous reach of people's unconscious, and allow you to tamper with and conquer their fondest, deepest sentiments to remake them. All their hidden desires, their fears, their wants and means hidden even from them, will become an open book to you. And you can stoke them or snuff them out as you choose! It's not as direct of a means of control as most, but it's a potent power none the less. But since the sustenance your own charm bares naturally is fragile and thinly veiled, your shield is only that delicate egg."
Aaron sighed and threw it up, catching it almost carelessly. "Okay, fair enough. I've got super-Freud mind control powers. Got it. And this egg represents my subconscious, lameness you say or whatever. KK that's as lame as it gets but whatever, I'll make do." He stated, lying back in his bed and ignoring the upset text messages from Tiffany, ranting on how unfair it was that she wasn't chosen and articulating every last grievance she could think of.
"What a life." He bemoaned, as the transferal finished in a flash.
